I'm still backed up on request that I can't make work. But I've had this sitting for a while and have struggled with the ending of the chapter but I got it. But this chapter will help with a set up for one of my other requests.

Anyways. Onward.

Disclaimer: Well, I don't own Teen Wolf nor do I own the characters.

Summary: Emerson has a moment when being dropped off at preschool and his teacher finds out why

"I don't want to go to school," Emerson cried out as Stiles pulled into a parking space.

Stiles let out a sigh, "It's not a choice, you have too, I need to go work because I have a test to give out today."

"No."

The brunette exhaled loudly as he stepped out of the blue jeep. He slammed the door shut and went around to the other side to unbuckle his son. "But Papa," Emerson protested.

Stiles smiled sadly at him, "Sorry buddy."

"You get me later?"

"No, dad's going to get you today."

Emerson shook his head, "No, Papa, I want you."

Stiles raised an eye brow, "Want me to call Grandpa? Do you want him to come get you?"

"No."

"Uncle Scott, maybe you can see baby Kylie?"

Emerson shook his head, "No!"

"Alright so dad it is."

"But Papa, you come get me."

"I can't Emerson, I have tests to give out and I've got a meeting."

The little boy let out a huff, arms crossing across his chest. "Are you going to walk or do you want me to carry you?" Stiles asked softly.

"Carry."

Stiles eyed his son as he crossed his arms, "Then I need you to stop being angry."

"Kay Papa."

Stiles took hold his son as he walked across the parking lot and into the boy's classroom. He stopped at the front desk and set Emerson down to sign him in. Emerson gripped Stiles tight around the neck when he felt himself being pulled away. Stiles sighed, loudly as he tried to pry the little boy out of his arms. "Ok Emerson," he said gently, "Papa has to go."

"No, Papa no," Emerson cried.

Stiles shut his eyes, he took in a sharp breathe, "Em, Papa has to go to work now."

Emerson's eyes widened in panic when he felt himself being pulled away and placed on the ground. The four year old bit as his lip, "Papa!" he cried when Stiles took a step back.

"I'll see you later okay bud."

"No, Papa wait," Emerson cried as he ran towards the older man hugging his leg.

Emerson's teacher- Miss Judy- appeared, she knelt down placing a hand on Emerson's shoulder, "Hey buddy, Papa has to go," she said gently, with a smile.

"No," Emerson cried out, "Papa stay."

Stiles shut his eyes, he placed a hand on his son's head, ruffled the brown hair, "Can't little man, I'll see you later okay."

The little boy shook his head as he gripped Stiles' leg tighter. Stiles looked at his son's teacher, eyes pleading, "I think you might have to take him," Stiles breathed.

Miss Judy nodded, "Alright Emerson," she said hands grasping Emerson's waist as she pulled him apart, "Say bye to Papa."

Emerson's eyes widened as he watched Stiles walk out the classroom. "Papa, I want hug."

Stiles sighed as he turned around and walked towards his son. He knelt down in front of him embracing the boy tightly. Emerson's arms reached around and hugged Stiles around the neck. "I love you," the little boy mumbled.

"I love you too little man," Stiles whispered.

The brunette pulled back placing one more kiss on his son's forehead. Emerson frowned, eyes down casted as his body shook. Stiles bit at his lip, one arm gripping his son's waist the other he used to run through the little boy's hair. "Hey, calm down."

Emerson looked up at him, hand shaking as they formed a fist. "Emerson," Stiles said softly, "easy, okay."

Emerson nodded as his body relaxed. "When I walk out this door and you scream, is that going to bring me back?"

"No."

"Are you going to get what you want when you're angry and throwing a fit?"

"No Papa."

"Then enough okay."

"Kay Papa."

"Daddy will pick you up and I'll see you at home okay."

The little boy nodded.

"Alright, you have a good day, I love you."

Emerson hugged the elder one last time, "I love you too."

Stiles stood up and walked out the door. Emerson watched with a sad face as he watched his Papa's retreating figure disappear. "I want my Papa," Emerson whimpered.

"I know bud, but Papa has work."

Emerson just sighed, shoulders slumped. "Hey, why don't we go draw a picture for Papa, then you can give it to him when he comes?" his teacher suggested.

The little boy shook his head.

"Are you sure?"

A nod.

Miss Judy sighed as she stood up, "Alright, well I have some things I have to do, alright, when you're ready to go play, you can."

Emerson stood there for a moment, his eyes scanning his classroom. After a while he approached the art table. He grabbed a paper, a black marker and sat himself in a chair. For a while he just stared at the paper, then his right hand gripped the marker tight and be began to draw circles. A big one at the top, lines coming down from the bottom, two of them, then two more lines, one on each side of the circle and he drew hair coming up from the top. Going high and all over the place and right in the middle of the circle he placed a happy face.

He repeated it again. Circle, lines on the bottom, lines on side but the hair on the top was of smaller lines. A happy face in the middle.

He did it again. A smaller circle, lines on the bottom, lines on the side- both which were small- and no hair on top of the head.

One more time. Hair this time, similar to his.

And again. Hair flat.

Miss Judy approached the table with caution, she sat herself down in the chair next to the little boy. "What are you drawing Emerson?" she asked gently.

Emerson didn't answer. So Miss Judy just sat and watched.

Three more figures were added. "This is my Daddy," Emerson said.

Miss Judy nodded.

Emerson pointed to the first figure he drew, "This is daddy," he said again.

A nod. Emerson pointed to the second figure, "This Papa."

A nod. Emerson pointed to the fourth figure, which Miss Judy took note, Emerson totally skipped the third, but she didn't acknowledge it. Instead she smiled, nodded again, encouraging Emerson to go on. "This me, Emerson," the little boy said.

The little boy then pointed to the fifth figure, "This Grandpa John, he a Sheriff," he said proudly.

"You love your Grandpa John, don't you Emerson."

"UH huh," Emerson said, with an enthusiastic nod.

Emerson pointed the sixth figure, "This Grandma Ellen."

Miss Judy nodded, "Who's Grandma Ellen?"

"Umm, my Papa's mom."

"Oh."

"But Papa say she gone."

"Oh, well, that's sad, isn't it?"

The four year old nodded, "Yeah."

They were silent again. Emerson broke it by pointing to the seventh figure, "This my daddy's mommy, her name Kylie."

Miss Judy nodded. Emerson breathed and pointed the figure again, "But daddy say, her gone too, like Grandma Ellen."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry Emerson," Miss Judy said.

Emerson just nodded and pointed to the last figure, the eighth one. "This is Grandpa Emerson."

"Oh, hey that's your name," Miss Judy pointed out with a smile.

The boy nodded, a grin on his face, "Daddy say, I name…my name after Grandpa Emerson and Grandpa John."

"Well that's nice."

Emerson nodded. Miss Judy reached over and pointed to the small figure that Emerson missed. She tapped at the drawing and asked, "Now who is this?"

The brown haired boy looked down at the figure and frowned, "Papa say he having baby."

That's when it clicked. She now understood why Emerson was so reluctant to let Stiles go when he was usually all smiles coming into school. Miss Judy's mind zoned out to a conversation she had with the brunette two mornings ago.

"Hey may be a little off," Stiles said, "we just told him that he's going to be a big brother."

Miss Judy nodded, "How'd he take it?"

"He's a little apprehensive about it, he knows what it means but at the same time, he doesn't like the idea of it."

"He'll come around, it's a lot to take in."

Stiles nodded, "I just wanted to let you know."

"Well thanks, I appreciate it, I'll keep an eye out for him."

"Thank you Miss Judy."

Miss Judy smiled, "You're welcome, oh and Stiles."

"Yeah?"

"Congratulations."

The brunette grinned, "Thanks."

"Well that sounds exciting," Miss Judy said, a smile on her face, "Aren't you excited."

Emerson's eyes darkened, "Baby take Papa away."

"Oh Emerson," Miss Judy soothed, "Your Papa will always love you."

Nothing.

"Is that why you threw a fit this morning?"

"I no want Papa go bye bye," Emerson whispered.

"He's not Emerson, your Papa is a nice man, and he won't do that."

Emerson said nothing, just stared at the paper in front of him. Miss Judy sighed as she slowly got up from her spot, "Want to put that in your cubby so you can take it home?"

"No," Emerson answered and lifted the paper up, "for you teacher."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhmm."

"Okay, well thank you."

Emerson nodded and scrambled off to play, he then backtracked and ran back to hug Miss Judy's leg, "Thank you," he said as he ran back towards the block area.

Derek entered his son's preschool classroom; it was loud, busy and noisy. He spotted his son at a table coloring a picture. He could see another little boy sitting at the table and recognized the boy to be Sam. He stood watching for a moment as his son conversed. "Emerson why you crying this morning," Sam asked.

Emerson looked up at his friend, "I don't want Papa to go."

Sam tilted his head to the left, "Where your Papa going?"

"Work."

"Your Papa always come back," Sam said

"I know," Emerson breathed.

Derek jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned his head and was met with a pair of green eyes. It was Sam's dad, Dean. "Hey Derek," Dean said.

Derek nodded in greeting, "Hey Dean, how's it going."

"Good," Dean answered, "Yourself?"

Derek sighed, "Emerson's been out of sorts lately."

"Oh?"

The lycan watched as his son let out a loud laugh, "Stiles is pregnant"

Dean smiled clapping Derek on the shoulder, "Well congratulations man."

"Thanks," Derek breathed.

Dean looked over at the two kids, "Let me guess, he likes the idea but doesn't like the idea?"

"Yeah, he's just been throwing tantrums and has had severe separation anxiety lately."

"I'm sorry man," Dean said, "but he'll come around."

Derek nodded, "I hope so."

"He will, he's a bright boy, especially at this age," Dean said.

The lycan smiled, "Thanks, he gets it from Stiles, Stiles is very smart."

Dean laughed, "My son, acts so much like my husband, it's scary."

"Yeah, Sam's a bright kid as well."

Dean grinned, "That's my man, he is also gets it from my brother, my brother is a total nerd."

The lycan laughed, "Maybe that's why they get along so well, they're both bright but at the same time are a pain"

Emerson's ears perked up when he heard Derek laugh. He dropped his orange marker on the table, bolted himself up from the chair and into Derek's arms. The Alpha caught him with a grin, "Hey little man, how's it going?"

The little boy simply hugged Derek tightly, head buried in his dad's neck. Derek smiled as he hugged his son back. "I missed you," Emerson mumbled softly.

Derek placed a kiss on the boy's head, "I missed you too."

Dean smiled at the two, "Hey Em, how's it going?"

Emerson pulled back a bit, "Good," he answered before burying his face into Derek's neck again, "I go home now," he asked, "I see Papa?"

Derek rubbed his son's back, "Yeah, let's go see Papa," he placed another kiss to his son's head before putting him down, "Say bye to your teacher and your friends please."

The little boy nodded as he ran off to say bye to his teacher. He gave her a quick hug before running to his cubby and grabbing his backpack and jacket. He slipped them on quickly and was by Derek again, arms up, "Up daddy," he said.

Derek smiled, "Say bye to Sam and Dean."

"Bye Dean," Emerson said giving the older man a high five.

Dean laughed, "Bye Emerson."

Emerson then turned to Sam and he embraced the boy in a tight hug, "Bye Sammy I see you later."

Sam nodded as he returned the hug, "Bye Em."

"Have a nice night," Dean said he walked out the door with Sam trailing behind.

"We go now?" Emerson asked looking up at his dad.

Derek nodded, "Yeah," he said softly lifting the boy up, "let's go."

"Papa home?"

"He'll be home in a bit," Derek answered.

Emerson sighed as he buried his face into Derek's neck, "I miss him."

"I know," Derek whispered gently.

The little boy let out a sigh, "I missed you too daddy."

"I missed you too little man."

"Baby?"

Derek looked at his son, eyebrows raised, shocked that his son was the one bringing the baby up. "What about the baby?"

"I missed the baby too."

The lycan smiled hugging the little boy tight, he placed a kiss on top of Emerson's head, "I'm sure the baby missed you too."

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